Today: Autumn largely declares itself under my feet as we crunch over a carpet of beech nut cases (actually quite sore) conkers, crab apples and acorns. A cooler day, with some soft clear sunlight emerging around lunchtime.

Despite a monstrously large quantity of packets, an emergency stop on the way out to the delivery, and the larger walking day the delivery feels easy and I am feeling better than I have in weeks.

Happy to be outside delivering.

Today: Hips, Walpole Street: Oak leaf, Newmarket Road: glass patterns, Arundel court: Photo collage based on Suffolk Square.

Busy for a Tuesday, volumes starting to build. A cooler fresher day, started thinking about trousers…

Lucky not to get wet, it looked deeply ominous at one point, but stayed dry.

Delighted to have Newmarket Road open again at junction of Christchurch and Lime Tree. Happy to be working alongside Wayne, a cheerful hard working colleague.

Today: A fresh but sunny day’s delivering, after having an extra person on the delivery with us yesterday we have a manageable amount of mail and have a smooth efficient morning’s delivering.

Collage is based on the courtyard outside Walpole Gardens

Today: Another beautiful sunny day. A delivery day I will remember, delivering in Plantsmans close I turn the corner to find the lady who lives at 31 has taken a fall. A neighbour is there having just set out to work. She calls 999 and we try to comfort the lady, who is 83 and has taken a nasty bash to the head. Mercifully the ambulance arrive within 10 mins, I remember the five hours Roger, who slipped on the ice last December and bashed his head had to wait. I am deeply grateful she didn’t have to wait as long. I marvel at the skill and professionalism of the ambulance staff as they transfer her onto a board and into the ambulance.

I wish her a good recovery.

How the extraordinary and traumatic lurks within the everyday.

Today: I arrive in to mail that hadn’t been delivered the previous day and was not thrown back in. This meant a couple of loops with three days worth of mail and packets.

Seven boxes of magazines were waiting to be thrown off, National trust magazines amongst them. Bags were heavy, but a second time delivering this half of the walk for Andrew and we make better time, managing to clear all we expected.

A new blue cross caught my eye in Ipswich road, as did the small leaf that had been caught up in the cross creation.